Monday

bathroom break.

twelve shades of gray whisper across her face.
eyes glowing like the midnight moon, mouth so tasteful she can barley sleep. 
night time crickets will lure her in, the bed across the hall is where we will meet. 
don't forget the whiskey and don't forget her heart. 
she will bury you deep within her soul. 
you are already gold.

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